Playing with Fire

Chapter 8 - The first impression

Charlotte's POV

"Is it true? Are you back with Nathan?" My father asked as soon as I picked up the phone.

I bit my lower lip, thinking without knowing what to say. If the paparazzi didn't catch us, I would prefer to keep it a secret for a while. I didn't want to tell anyone about us before we got serious. If they knew that we got back, our families would put pressure on us which I didn't want. Actually, I was afraid of Nathan's behavior if our parents insisted that we took our relationship to the next level.

"No, Dad. We are just friends." I lied. Actually, it wasn't a total lie; Nathan was my friend as well, and our relationship... it was another story.

"Are you sure?" He asked, unconvinced.

"Yes." I mumbled and nibbled my lower lip nervously.

"Look, your mother's family with my family were almost enemies, but now we are married and have two children." He stated ironically.

"Dad!"

"You still love him, don't you?" He asked in a serious tone.

I bit my lower lip, thinking, and sighed loudly. "Yes. Are you angry?" I asked uneasily.

"No, he is a good guy. I like him, but I won't wait for a minute before getting my hands dirty if he hurts my precious daughter." He stated firmly.

I grinned, amused. "I love you, Dad."

"I love you too, my princess. Invite your boyfriend to the mansion for dinner. I want to talk to him man to man."

"Dad, please, don't scare him." I warned him as I understood this conversation wasn't going to be easy for Nathan.

"Don't worry. I will not kill him." He commented sarcastically.

"I know you, Dad."

He sighed. "Fine. I promise. I have to hang up now. See you later."

"Take care!"

After hanging up my phone, I went to the agency to grab my files before going home. This evening Alexis and I were attending a gala together. So I had to get ready.

Alexis's POV

I smirked cockily, resting my hand in my pocket as the door opened.

I traveled my eyes from head to toe and commented provocatively. "Such a sexy welcome."

She grinned as she grabbed my tie and pulled me inside, smashing her lips against mine.

I was leaning against the headboard, lying in the bed, running my finger up and down Rebecca's back.

She and I met at the nightclub when I came to New York three years ago. After going back to Athens, I kept in touch with her and visited her every time I visited New York. However, there was nothing serious between us; she was just my mistress.

I grabbed my wristwatch and checked the time. I sighed as I pulled back and got up. I had a meeting in an hour.

"Why did you buy the modeling agency?" She asked, wrapping the cover around her body as she sat up on the bed.

"I wanted to do something new. And this opportunity looked good. And I often use models in our advertisements. So it was killing two birds with one stone." I replied nonchalantly while putting on my suit shirt.

"She is beautiful." She commented uneasily.

"Who?" I asked, confused, looking at her.

"Your co-partner, Charlotte Wright."